Thursday, August 2, 2007

Assorted Thoughts


Chilling out on my throne, so to speak.




Okay, yeah, so you're holding me and he's pointing that camera at me. So what am I supposed to do now?



Hanging out with my beloved rattle.



Swinging away with Mom.




What are you and why are you looking at me like that?



This is how I exercise in my gym.



Ditto, though with my smiles.



Sometimes my Mom says I dress nicely.



Out with the family for dinner. I'm annoyed that Mom and Dad won't let me emend any Sabaen or Aramaic texts.




Back at home I can once again dress like a punk, to my parents' dismay.


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